Doraemon for an imperfect world

Since those people seem to hate the cursed children, then it should be okay for me to take them away, right?

Or... the Genesis Group?

The Emperor's Dream, a ship given to him by the Emperor, seemed to be able to accommodate many people, but if children were to live in it, it would have to be seriously renovated.

"Anyway, let's improve the surrounding environment first." Doraemon said as he put his small round hands into his pockets. "Luxury lamp——"

Anything that is illuminated by this luxurious lamp will become luxurious.

"Just in case, I'd like to ask, is there anything on you that is so precious that it's irreplaceable?"

The two girls shook their heads at the same time. The only thing they couldn't replace was each other. Everything else was picked up.

"Then I won't be polite." After receiving a positive answer, Doraemon finally turned on the luxurious lights with peace of mind. As the lights flickered, in just a moment, the leaky bare house was transformed into a magnificent palace. The load-bearing columns with exposed steel bars became round and smooth marble in the light, with artistic patterns vividly appearing on them. The girl's bed, which was made of found clothes, turned into solid wood furniture, neatly covered with a velvet quilt, and shrouded in gauze from the ceiling. The leaking ceiling above was suddenly replaced by a gorgeous hand-painted painting. The chandelier, as gorgeous as a blooming flower, reflected soft light. The bumpy concrete floor underfoot was instantly covered with smooth floorboards and pure white wool carpet. Even the girl's clothes were transformed into high-end dresses that were obviously worth a lot of money...

"Alright, this is the kind of place children should be." Doraemon glanced at his work and nodded in satisfaction. "By the way, you haven't eaten yet, right? Then... gourmet napkins!"

Doraemon walked forward and spread a napkin on the huge dining table. Then he took the two girls' hands and led them to the table like an elegant butler.

"Come on, Princess." Doraemon said with a smile, "What would you like for dinner?"

"Um...bread, please?"

The younger sister spoke in a low voice. She seemed a little embarrassed and a little scared. Compared with her sister's voice, her voice sounded more like a pitiful stray animal.

As soon as she said what food she wanted, all kinds of different breads suddenly appeared on the table.

The younger sister was silent for a moment, pursed her lips and looked at her elder sister.

My sister was also a little overwhelmed.

Will technology be so advanced in the future?

Rather than science, she felt that everything before her was closer to magic.

Or was it that she had actually passed out after being hit on the head by a can, and everything in front of her was actually an illusion - to be honest, she felt that the latter was more reasonable. After all, a Buddha-like being suddenly appeared and conjured up a palace dress and dinner for her. Generally speaking, such a development should only appear in fairy tales and be time-limited, just like Cinderella and the Little Match Girl.

"Just bread is too unnutritious. This is how it should be." Doraemon coughed twice in a serious manner, then sat at the table and raised his hand and said, "A full banquet—"

In an instant, a large amount of steaming food appeared from the gourmet napkin, and then was pushed aside by the subsequent food. Soon the table was piled with fragrant food.

"Then I'll get started."

Doraemon said, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork with chopsticks and put it in his mouth:

"Well, it's delicious."

Seeing this, the two lolis who had been hungry for many days finally couldn't bear it anymore. It didn't matter even if all this was just a dream. On the contrary, because all this might just be an illusion, they could enjoy it more naturally.

Seeing the two girls start to eat seriously, Doraemon jumped off the stool and whispered a reminder: "Remember to put the leftover food in the refrigerator. Don't waste food."

"Yeah, we'll remember it." My sister responded with a vigorous nod.

"What a good kid."

Doraemon rubbed the girl's head with his small round hands, then walked aside with a smile.

It really didn't want to eat, at least not now. The two children might not care, but it was still very angry.

And if that kind of madness is a common phenomenon... No, no, no! Those people must pay the price!

At times like this, you need to use...

Doraemon searched for a long time and finally found a useful item in his pocket which he had not sorted for a long time:

The Ten Commandments Tablets

Any rules written on this stone tablet will be forced to be followed by everyone. If violated, they will be struck by lightning in a literal sense - but this lightning will not endanger their lives - and the only restriction is that only ten commandments can be written on this stone tablet.

So, the first one is...

Doraemon pondered for a moment, then wrote seriously:

[Do not maliciously harm the cursed child]

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 103: Divine Punishment

Boom boom boom boom——

From the moment Doraemon put down his pen, lightning flashed outside the window one after another as if it would never stop. The sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and then came the punishment that fell from the sky.

Is this so exaggerated?

Although the rules were written by Doraemon himself, he never expected that they would cause such a big reaction.

From another perspective, the proportion of people in this world who are possessed by demons is quite high.

"Anyway, let's take this opportunity... a home mini-satellite!"

Doraemon launched the satellite into the sky and began to locate the location of the lightning strike. It was too pitiful to let those children wander outside. Since people only had ill intentions towards them, it would be better for him to take them in.

This is also the responsibility of a childcare robot.

As for going home, let's put it aside for now. I believe that even if Nobita knew, he would understand me.

No...it's better not to let Nobita know about the things in this world.

Thinking about it, Doraemon began to carefully locate the position of each lightning strike.

Although it seems that there are too many people, we can ask the new kids to help later.

In short, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

——Dividing——Line——

"What the hell is this weather?"

A policeman was complaining about the lightning flashing overhead, then continued with his patrol duties as if nothing had happened. Beside him, his assistant was also idly complaining:

"Have you heard? There's a blue civet cat-like protogastrus wandering around the city lately. I heard that monster even saved another monster."

"Tsk, what on earth do those policemen do for a living?"

He complained dissatisfiedly. The so-called police is the abbreviation of civilian security organization, which is usually composed of the cursed children as the initiators and ordinary people as promoters. They use the power of monsters to fight monsters and barely maintain the current order of human society. Although he himself did not dare to face those protogastric animals, it did not prevent him from privately complaining about the dereliction of duty of those who dared to fight monsters.

Just as they were thinking, they suddenly heard a noise coming from not far ahead. He raised his head with some impatience, and then immediately narrowed his eyes.

The person being chased was a little girl with black hair and red eyes. She was holding a few cans in her hands and was followed by two men who were chasing her relentlessly.

It was obvious that the cursed child who was wandering around the outer area came here to steal things and was discovered.

When the girl came to a group of people with a child about her age, she seemed to have discovered something and was stunned for a moment. At that moment, her arms were immediately held down by the two men behind her.

"You stinky thief!"

"let me go!"

“Trash in the Tokyo area!”

The two policemen curled their lips, seeing the disgust in each other's eyes, and rushed forward together. During this time, the little girl who was about the same age as the Cursed Child seemed to be trembling as she wanted to stretch out her hand, but was immediately held down by the man next to her.

"What are you guys doing?" Two policemen ran over and shouted at the ten-year-old child without saying a word, "Behave yourself, little girl!"

The girl struggled hard, "You obviously don't even know what I did."

"Ha." The police sneered. "I know everything you might do."

A monster is a monster, and all it can do is steal and hurt others.

As he spoke, he walked forward and, together with his companions, roughly grabbed the girl's body and dragged her into the police car as if she were dragging a bag of garbage. Several cans of expired food slipped from the girl's hands. She tried to stretch out her fingertips but could not shake the two burly men behind her, nor the almost unreasonable malice in them.

After putting the girl into the police car, they did not go to the outer area, but took the child directly to an abandoned factory and pushed the girl out.

"What are you going to do?"

It seemed that the girl realized something because of the wrong environment. After being pushed out of the car, she stumbled and started running wildly.

"Go to hell, monster." The policeman said as he took out his pistol and aimed at the girl's back, with a hint of excitement and cruelty in his eyes.

boom--

"what!"

In the strong flash, the girl squatted on the ground with her head in her hands in fear. It was a long time before she opened her eyes with lingering fear.

Are you okay?

She turned around and saw the policeman lying on the ground with his body charred black, and a wisp of green smoke rising from his body.

What just happened?

Forget it, that's not important.

Without thinking too much, she wanted to turn around and run away again. Another policeman who was squatting to monitor his companion subconsciously raised his pistol, but this time the girl saw clearly what was happening.

She saw lightning falling from the sky and landing directly on the man. The dazzling lightning flashed and fell on the man and then disappeared in an instant, leaving only the policeman with his hair flying high and his skin charred standing stiffly in place. After a while, he opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of green smoke and then moved backwards.

She looked up at the sky blankly, and there were still flashes of lightning falling in the distance.

"Lord God?"

She murmured subconsciously.

There is no other possibility for a sudden thunderstorm from the sky to strike the person who wants to harm you twice in a row except that it is the will of God, right?

"No." A pink portal opened beside her, and Doraemon explained helplessly, "This is just a prop from the 22nd century."

"The 22nd century?" The girl looked at the Doraemon that appeared out of nowhere and took a step back uneasily.

"Don't worry, I'm not a monster." Doraemon opened his arms and tried to comfort the girl. "I'm a childcare robot from the future. In fact, I'm planning to open a shelter in this era. If you don't mind, you can come with me. Um... I'll take care of your food, clothing, housing and transportation."

As she spoke, two little heads popped out from behind the door and nodded vigorously at her.

"Why are you helping me for no reason?"

The girl retreated cautiously, then looked left and right for a way to escape.

"If you need a reason to help someone, that's weird, isn't it?" Doraemon said helplessly. "Besides, I'm a childcare robot. How can I watch a child get hurt and do nothing?"

As he was speaking, the previously collapsed policeman suddenly turned over, his hands still paralyzed, trembling as he grasped his pistol.

"Strange, monster..."

"Okay, anyway, please calm down and wait for the ambulance." Doraemon took out the Devil's Passport.

"Okay, okay! As you command!"

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 104: Do What You Don't Want

It was not until Doraemon left that Rentaro Satomi finally walked out of the shadow behind the pillar. He looked around and then came to the two fallen police officers.

Although he had not taken action before because he was worried about causing unnecessary trouble for Yanzhu, he still secretly followed the two police officers to the abandoned factory, but what happened later was really beyond his understanding.

A 22nd-century childcare robot?

He frowned and walked over to the two fallen police officers and examined them carefully. The strong electric shock caused their bodies to still twitch violently, and their surface skin was charred due to carbonization, but even so, they were still alive. It seemed that the electric shock was specifically given for the purpose of punishment rather than to take a person's life.

"Hello." He took out his cell phone and dialed 119, Japan's emergency medical number. "Hello, there are two people here seriously injured by lightning. Can you please send an ambulance?"

He told his current address to the phone, but the other party gave him an unexpected answer:

"Well... I'm really sorry, our hospital is already fully booked, both for ambulances and beds."

Rentaro was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Are there many people hospitalized?"

"In fact, many are hospitalized due to lightning strikes." The operator on the other end of the line hesitated, as if worried that what he said might affect his career, but he still carefully warned, "However, so far, all the patients examined have only suffered superficial injuries, which are theoretically not life-threatening."

As he spoke, the voice on the other end of the line became a little uncertain.

Although there have been cases of people surviving lightning strikes in the past, the fact that everyone survived on such a large scale was still a bit too outrageous. At first, they all thought that these patients were infected with the enterovirus and were about to mutate, which also triggered a number of attacks on those patients. To be on the safe side, they had to forcibly isolate these patients. Although blood tests did not find any problems for the time being, they would rather believe that this was the window period for infection with the virus and did not dare to let them out easily.

"I understand, thank you."

Rentaro hung up the phone and glanced at the two police officers on the ground. He hesitated for a moment and was about to say something when he heard a siren approaching. He quickly hid aside and saw a group of policemen getting out of the police car.

"Dashan, Heishi, are you all right?" Several police officers hurried over. "We saw on the body camera that you were struck by lightning. Is it possible that the cursed monster has some kind of electromagnetic manipulation ability..."

As they spoke, their steps suddenly stopped in unison.

The reason was simple. Although the law enforcement recorder showed the footage of them being electrocuted, the strong current destroyed the equipment so that they had no idea what happened afterwards. But now, the two men who were obviously struck by lightning stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened.

This is impossible. If someone is struck directly by lightning, even if he doesn't die, it is impossible for him to recover so quickly. That is not the self-healing speed that a normal human should have!

Therefore, there is only one possibility that can explain what is happening before our eyes.